Žodžiai dainai: Acid Bath. When The Kite String Pops. God Machine.

Strapped into the chair the needle now descends
As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends
Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all my pain
Dirty needles break the skin now suck hard as I drain
Sunken eye, a twisted spine a whiter shade of pale
Rockabilly man come to pound the coffin nails
Inject my stomach full of cockroach eggs
Their machine is coming carried on a million legs
Walking in the sleep of reason
Winter is the forever season
Lick thy mother's bleeding lips
>From this glass of hate we sip
Fuck the glass we pump the keg
Kill conception at the egg
Her chin is wet with someone's hate
Love, disfigure, amputate
Can you remember how it felt to be alive?

Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry
Fuck your deities of dying love
We have shot them down from the skies above
Screaming convulsing my eyes are bleeding
Be silent now and take you beating
I wonder how long you would live
With a bullet in your gut
I wonder how much shit you'd talk
If your throat was cut
I wonder that you'd sound like begging me
To let you breath
I wonder how much pain it would take
To make you all believe